And the Chess Player (War Disaster Master Mondliod) was playing with the chess pieces on the board, emotionlessly fiddling with them, utterly unconcerned with life or death.
In the eyes of a God, humans are truly like ants.
Thoughts whirled around, and before long, the elite troops of the Revolutionary Army and the Rebel Dragon Army had already reached the main street of the city center.
This area used to be a district where the Holy Church had a subdivision, featuring a large number of buildings providing accommodations for foreign wealthy individuals and Nobles, truly a rich district.
The district was now deathly silent, with over a dozen Slave corpses hanging at both ends of the street.
The message of warning was clear.
Nobles have their own Guard Corps, and some high-ranking Nobles even have top-tier guards; it's well known that they are not to be trifled with.
Moreover, the Nobles have now organized their Guard Corps, patrolling and guarding the district.
